on a park bench in
town
little park
little bench
little town
town sounds in ears
muted trumpet on the
breeze
memories fall out of
sundown like watch-rubies
Ain’t no
sunshine when you’re gone …
whine of brakes,
someone speaks,
fountain rushes,
bus pulls off,
someone cools off,
speaks again
hello crow, I say
stoned out of my
century,
this meeting,
I did not think, will change your life
I
am an alien, said the crow,
and
proved it
you get the feeling of place so vividly, images, sounds, even through the personal phrases, the way we think in those situations
ReplyDeletethanks Anna
Deletethis is beautiful, Robbie! just wonderful
ReplyDeleteUnexpected turn - very effective. That alien crow is marvellous. Will she return?
ReplyDeleteLove it. And it reminds me of my own crow poem:
ReplyDeletehttp://passionatecrone.blogspot.com.au/2009/01/hey-crow.html